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"ungracefulness" poems
Forgive my ungracefulness, my awkwardness when I wave my hand, how my bones crack when I walk and how my movements remain ungainly.
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Jul 11, 2013
Jul 11, 2013 at 10:43 AM UTC
Awkwardness
I'm not some movie screen actress, With that perfect frame fit for a queen, Yeah, I got my loads of imperfections. But if you like this face and my ungracefulness, Maybe the stars above ordained us to be more then friends, For I got some meaty thighs, And I'm not a 00, And my hair has a possessed demon living in it, Yeah I'm messy and it's unbelievable that you wanna even be with me, But that's a nice thought, To know that your crushing hard, And you'll let me snuggle in your arms on occasion, So maybe I'm too stubborn now to let you in, Or I don't see what is so ever amazing about a girl so messed up in her head, And your so nice and sweet and ever present, Gosh I just want us to be together, Maybe though if we were, You'd finally realize how clingy I can get, Or how the wounds in my heart have't healed quite yet. I just don't want you or I to ever get so hurt, Because you should know by know, I'm so far from your idea of perfect
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Nov 15, 2012
Nov 15, 2012 at 4:44 PM UTC
I'm Not Perfect to Love
They say “write what you know” I want to write about love and beauty, but I only know ugly. No heart has ever belong to me, no hands have ever sparked at a touch. Ugly lives with creative minds, given courtesy of dreamy teen rom coms. I want to write about fun family trips and birthdays'. Joyous days spent frolicking on the beach, but I only know secrets, shouting, spite. Love that should be given as sweet as honey, yet this family bee sting is laced with bitterness. I would love to write about the moments of content. wrapped in the light of the moon with someone, breathing in synchronisation. To tremor when I stand around you, my heart racing to keep up with my shaky infatuation. So i don’t write about these things. I write about awkward fumblings, ungracefulness of my ungainly movements. dinners with no conversation, the dullness of an everyday flat life. I write what i know.
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Oct 12, 2014
Oct 12, 2014 at 11:04 AM UTC
What I know